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@spiderweb-anon
âWell hello, It appears we have a Watcher. Names arenât necessarily, but if they must be, call me Silk. Avatar of the Web, at your disservice.â
(The woman with long white hair winks at you will all her left eyes, even the spider-like ones. She is pale, her eyes having a purple hue and there appears to be a thick spiderweb covering part of her side. A back widow crawls out.)
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(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
*it doesn't take long for his legs to fail him and he crashes to the floor*
*he wheezes and chokes on nothing, his head is spinning. The room is spinning. No wait- litterally. The room is spinning. He clutches his head in his hands and closes his eyes tight*
Are you done running?
(Ulysses finds himself back where he started, in endless hallways with doors and mirrors. The creature in front of him seems to have grown more worried.)
"Leave me... alone..."
No. Leaving you alone now would mean leaving you here, and would you truly want that?
"..."
*careful consideration*
"Fine. Get me out of here."
(The creature smiles wider, before holding out a hand to help him up)
*he backs away initially from the hands*
"The hell?"
*I assume considering this is fuckhands mcmike*
Do you need help getting up?
"....yes"
(Michael still has his hand outstretched)
*he takes it, with obvious hesitancy*
(He helps Ulysses up, before leading him to one of the many doors. A specific one, not having any visual differences from the many, many others. Well, each door is a different colour, but thereâs multiple of the same colour and thereâs plenty of doors like this one.)
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
*it doesn't take long for his legs to fail him and he crashes to the floor*
*he wheezes and chokes on nothing, his head is spinning. The room is spinning. No wait- litterally. The room is spinning. He clutches his head in his hands and closes his eyes tight*
Are you done running?
(Ulysses finds himself back where he started, in endless hallways with doors and mirrors. The creature in front of him seems to have grown more worried.)
"Leave me... alone..."
No. Leaving you alone now would mean leaving you here, and would you truly want that?
"..."
*careful consideration*
"Fine. Get me out of here."
(The creature smiles wider, before holding out a hand to help him up)
*he backs away initially from the hands*
"The hell?"
*I assume considering this is fuckhands mcmike*
Do you need help getting up?
"....yes"
(Michael still has his hand outstretched)
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
*it doesn't take long for his legs to fail him and he crashes to the floor*
*he wheezes and chokes on nothing, his head is spinning. The room is spinning. No wait- litterally. The room is spinning. He clutches his head in his hands and closes his eyes tight*
Are you done running?
(Ulysses finds himself back where he started, in endless hallways with doors and mirrors. The creature in front of him seems to have grown more worried.)
"Leave me... alone..."
No. Leaving you alone now would mean leaving you here, and would you truly want that?
"..."
*careful consideration*
"Fine. Get me out of here."
(The creature smiles wider, before holding out a hand to help him up)
*he backs away initially from the hands*
"The hell?"
*I assume considering this is fuckhands mcmike*
Do you need help getting up?
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
*it doesn't take long for his legs to fail him and he crashes to the floor*
*he wheezes and chokes on nothing, his head is spinning. The room is spinning. No wait- litterally. The room is spinning. He clutches his head in his hands and closes his eyes tight*
Are you done running?
(Ulysses finds himself back where he started, in endless hallways with doors and mirrors. The creature in front of him seems to have grown more worried.)
"Leave me... alone..."
No. Leaving you alone now would mean leaving you here, and would you truly want that?
"..."
*careful consideration*
"Fine. Get me out of here."
(The creature smiles wider, before holding out a hand to help him up)
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You want advice on how to reconnect with your brother? (Gestures to @spiderweb-anon ) She can give advice!
Iâm an only childâŚ?
âŚ
Anon isnât even right. I havenât spoken to my sisters in over a decade.
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
*it doesn't take long for his legs to fail him and he crashes to the floor*
*he wheezes and chokes on nothing, his head is spinning. The room is spinning. No wait- litterally. The room is spinning. He clutches his head in his hands and closes his eyes tight*
Are you done running?
(Ulysses finds himself back where he started, in endless hallways with doors and mirrors. The creature in front of him seems to have grown more worried.)
"Leave me... alone..."
No. Leaving you alone now would mean leaving you here, and would you truly want that?
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
*it doesn't take long for his legs to fail him and he crashes to the floor*
*he wheezes and chokes on nothing, his head is spinning. The room is spinning. No wait- litterally. The room is spinning. He clutches his head in his hands and closes his eyes tight*
Are you done running?
(Ulysses finds himself back where he started, in endless hallways with doors and mirrors. The creature in front of him seems to have grown more worried.)
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
*he grasps around for something, chucks it at Michael, and runs*
(You can't expect him to ask nicely. He's defensive, he's scared, and he's pretty used to things trying to kill him.)
(The pebble, a leftover item from a past victim, harmlessly bounces off. Michael stares, not following. These are his halls after all, and he can easily have the doors lead back to him. Which he will do. Besides, thereâs only so long Ulysses can spend in these halls. Itâs his funeral if he keeps running)
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
*he backs up until he's braced against the wall*
"Give me answers damn it! Who are you? Where am i?"
Hmmm
No
(You shouldâve asked nicely)
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(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
*he claws his way backwards, he scrambles at his hips and inside his coat for a knife or a gun or something but has none*
"Who are you!"
*he scrambles to his feet. His posture defensive, however, he's shaking on his feet*
Why does that matter? Wouldnât you rather ask a different question instead.
(Michael tilts his head to the side. In his expression, you can see a slight twinge of⌠concern?)
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
"What! Who..."
"Where..."
"What?"
Please recover quickly, Silk will be pissed if I accidentally killed you by keeping you here for too long.
(Snatches Ulysses into the Distortionâs halls)
-đˇď¸đ¸ď¸ (but đ)
How the fuck
-đŞ˝
*within distortions halls a figure slaps onto the floor in an undignified heap. He doesn't move, shaking and wheezing on the ground.*
"Wh...at?"
*he pushes himself up and stares at his hands. Just staring, processing, a body he didn't have a moment before. A body made more off whwt he feels he is then what he was. Just staring at those hands.*
*after a moment more he rolls onto his side with a groan curled up like a horse with arrows in its ribs that knows its broken. He remains like that*
Take as much time to recover as you need
Yâall should definitely kidnap Ulysses. Heâd make a good Avatar of The Vast!
First,y, I donât think he would. Secondly, Mirabel left a couple weeks back to explore more of the world.
I can do it!
⌠You know what? Go right ahead.
Silk accidentally got a Distortion as a roommate while trying to tame him.
Thereâs a new Eye Avatar by the way. A new Lonely Avatar too. Just letting you know.
"Oh you're joking. Please say you're joking." Jon almost smashes his keyboard. Any more of this nonsense and he will.
To be fair I didnât think heâd decide to move in? I just wanted him to stop trying to kill Oedipus.
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Hey so @circe-iris-udad âs Iris (AKA Orpheus) wants to talk to you about the Veritas situation from months ago, and youâll probably have to give him the Fear talk since Arachne didnât tell him.
Oh.
Wait what do you mean she didnât tell him.
Iâve been busy.
WE ARE DEFINITELY NOT ORPHEUS AND ARACHNE IDK WHAT THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT.
âŚ
(Silk sounds unimpressed. She knows. She however, doesnât know that you guys went back to another universeâs City)
Everything is fineeeeeee!
yeah. just peachy.
âŚ
So apparently you wanted to talk to me about something?
oh yeah! Circe didnât TELL ME ABOUT A CULTIST????
YeahâŚ
Iâm guessing she didnât tell you about her and Oedipus becoming Avatars either?
WHAT.
(She makes a sharp inhale)
Youâre going to want to sit down for this.
alright, Iâm sitting.
Okay so do you know how thereâs eldritch beings that feed off fear? And how they can forcefully claim people as their own to help them feed off their fear instead of creating more creatures?
kinda I guess? I think that makes sense?
Do you know how Circeâs hair colour turned white and her eyes became light blue?
And how Oedi regrew his eyes and they were bright green?
Oh yeah! it really confused me!
Well thatâs because when The Fears claim someone to serve them, which is what we call becoming an Avatar, they turn the person non-human. Technically those two were already hybrids but I guess itâs kind of like turning them into a subspecies.
ohhhhhh thatâs makes a lot more sense!
Iâm sure you also noticed how Circe has at least a little fog clinging to her at all times and how Oedipus sometimes knows things he shouldnât?
YES!
Thatâs because Circe was claimed by The Lonely, which has domains in fog and isolation, and Oedipus was claimed by The Eye, which has domains in knowledge. And technically also stalking.
terrifying!
Technically the cultist, who was the reason that Circe was forcefully pushed into joining The Lonely, wanted to push Oedipus into joining The Spiral, which has domains in insanity, but that didnât end up happening.
I cannot tell if thatâs for better or worse with Oedi. And that cultist better count their days.
Oh yeah no that b!tch is very dead.
Good.
Any questions?
(Is Iris not going to question how she died?)
Not off the top of my head.
(nahhhhh Iris is just happy their friends are safe)
Thatâs good.
(Wait Iris doesnât know that they need to feed off of specific fears now does he.)
mhm!
(no, no they do not)
(Heâs gonna find out later one day isnât he)
Hey so @circe-iris-udad âs Iris (AKA Orpheus) wants to talk to you about the Veritas situation from months ago, and youâll probably have to give him the Fear talk since Arachne didnât tell him.
Oh.
Wait what do you mean she didnât tell him.
Iâve been busy.
WE ARE DEFINITELY NOT ORPHEUS AND ARACHNE IDK WHAT THIS ANON IS TALKING ABOUT.
âŚ
(Silk sounds unimpressed. She knows. She however, doesnât know that you guys went back to another universeâs City)
Everything is fineeeeeee!
yeah. just peachy.
âŚ
So apparently you wanted to talk to me about something?
oh yeah! Circe didnât TELL ME ABOUT A CULTIST????
YeahâŚ
Iâm guessing she didnât tell you about her and Oedipus becoming Avatars either?
WHAT.
(She makes a sharp inhale)
Youâre going to want to sit down for this.
alright, Iâm sitting.
Okay so do you know how thereâs eldritch beings that feed off fear? And how they can forcefully claim people as their own to help them feed off their fear instead of creating more creatures?
kinda I guess? I think that makes sense?
Do you know how Circeâs hair colour turned white and her eyes became light blue?
And how Oedi regrew his eyes and they were bright green?
Oh yeah! it really confused me!
Well thatâs because when The Fears claim someone to serve them, which is what we call becoming an Avatar, they turn the person non-human. Technically those two were already hybrids but I guess itâs kind of like turning them into a subspecies.
ohhhhhh thatâs makes a lot more sense!
Iâm sure you also noticed how Circe has at least a little fog clinging to her at all times and how Oedipus sometimes knows things he shouldnât?
YES!
Thatâs because Circe was claimed by The Lonely, which has domains in fog and isolation, and Oedipus was claimed by The Eye, which has domains in knowledge. And technically also stalking.
terrifying!
Technically the cultist, who was the reason that Circe was forcefully pushed into joining The Lonely, wanted to push Oedipus into joining The Spiral, which has domains in insanity, but that didnât end up happening.
I cannot tell if thatâs for better or worse with Oedi. And that cultist better count their days.
Oh yeah no that b!tch is very dead.
Good.
Any questions?
(Is Iris not going to question how she died?)
Not off the top of my head.
(nahhhhh Iris is just happy their friends are safe)
Thatâs good.
(Wait Iris doesnât know that they need to feed off of specific fears now does he.)
